Sugar and Salt, Molasses and Malt
Thats what my little girl is made of
Precious things, sweeter than a sweathog
Worth more Dinaras than Bernie Madoff

I’m pitchin a tent for her, mowin the lawn
I’m washing the hotrod, dusting off my coat
Puttin on a brand new fresh uniform
Turning a leaf like Truman Capote

Candy and Lime, its candy time
Sweltering curries on a piping hot day
Mirror balls spin every time she walks by
Nobody knows what to do or say

Brushin up my overcoat, dustin my tales
Brushin up on my English with the Canterbury Tales
Saber toothed tigers made of sable
The fabled material of old kings and fable

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